Cursed

Don't look at me
For beneath this skin I'm cursed
Oh yes I appear pure
The role I've well rehearsed

I leave a silent trail
Of destruction and misery
I'm a mass of devastation
An anatomy of catastrophe

Under this skin
Is muscle and bone of wrath
A cursed smile
Precedes my cruel cursed laugh

I walk amongst you
Unrevealed and unexposed
My unholy bag of bones
Disguised beneath my clothes

If I should choose you
My curse I shall bestow
If the curse should happen
Believe me dear mortal, you shall know

©Kim Brown 24th October 2012